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 I need to rant about something for a moment. I really hate when video game companies force you to create an account on their stupid social website in order to play a damn game that I bought from Steam. I get it if I bought the game directly from them, but to make me have a separate account on a site I'm never going to use, pisses me off. Yesterday I finished the first Bioshock. Really enjoyed that for what it's worth. I then decided to switch genres and tried playing RDRII. First thing was Rockstar made me create an account for their site "for online play and socializing". Two things I will NEVER fucking do. I go through all the steps, finally get the game loaded and I fucking hate it. Here's my second gripe - I can always tell when a game was made for console first. Autosave versus save anywhere is usually the first giveaway. Then a control scheme that was obviously meant for a controller and is kludgy at best on a keyboard. Strike two. Then no character modification, no skip of cut scenes, and way too many cut scenes. Strike, strike, strike. Played for 20 minutes (most of which were cut scenes) and that was that. I then later in the evening tried Far Cry (3 & 5. 3 was disaster, 5 so far is tolerable.) Same issue. You must log in first. Ugh. This one really pissed me off because no more than 5 minutes after creating the account I started getting login notice emails. Seems someone was immediately trying to hack my account. Thankfully I turned on TFA but wow, what a waste of my time. Very annoying. Okay, rant over.

So that was my day. Video games. House cleaning. We need to get our vac serviced. It just isn't sucking like it used to when we got it. But hey, it's six years old and has never been serviced. Did some work on fish tanks for B. Filter issues. She had to run to her grandparent's house so I had her pick up pizza from the place nearby we like. That was a good decision. 

We watched some TV. We're watching Uncle. BBC show. Very enjoyable if you are looking for something good to watch. 

It's snowing outside but I need to hit the damn grocery store. This will not be fun. Last day off. Have a class in the morning with a horrible group. What a way to start the work year.